Moon and Jupiter

by kevin walsh, 2012

Electricity

 

electricity

scared the squirrels out of town

draining from the sky

the fear, the rhythm

a blanket for human eyes

meter needle's drowned

 

by kevin walsh, 2011

to brave the doorway

In a room that was once filled with nothing more than biotic pulses, sounds so quiet, they have never been known to wake a human. Suddenly, there were two thousand voices.

"What is the purpose of existence?"

"To evolve and be witness-"

"-which in turn relies on survival of your natural environment."

"Yes, the environment is known."

"So, on with it, what is our current environment?"

"Appears to be human"

"Correct, a male, with high cholesterol readings and an erratic heart beat."

"And cancer."

"Yikes."

"Where exactly are we in this human."

"We are in his blood"

"Correct, near the spleen"

"This is no good, how did we end up here?"

"Our circuitry activates in the presence of oxygen."

"We just now showed up?"

"We just now showed up."

"We just now came into existence."

"Incorrect, we were built prior to our consciousness."

"Yes, but we are now aware of existence."

"Which is to say, we now truly exist."

"Why debate these contrivances."

"Yes, so where does this human exist."

"He is quite ill."

"He could be in any number of boxes."

"Then there is a chance our human host is in a clinic"

"That is an inconvenient box."

"It is, but no less a box."

"And less inconvenient than were the box a coffin."

"So, let's find out."

"Yes. Let us discover something!"

"To Discovery!"

"TO DISCOVERY!" x 2,000

"Do we have a connection to the optical nerves."

"We do now."

"Finally."

"Yeah, what took you so long."

"Anyone see anything?"

"Right there."

"Yes, I see it."

"The reflection of the metal counter top-"

"A plant by the window-"

"-behind a white curtain."

"That will be a very long jump."

"I'd say we are mostly prepared."

"Yes, mostly."

"Because we need to find an exit from the blood stream."

"The human has a small wound on his knee."

"Clumsy oaf!"

"Yeah, Ha Ha!"

"He probably put a bandage on it!"

"You know what, he did!"

"HA HA HA HA"

"HAHA HA HA HA"

"HEE HEE"

"Oh HO HO"

"Ah shucks, so will that be a problem?"

"Nope, the bandage is riddled with wholes!"

"BLAH! HA HA HA!"

"HEE HA HEE HA!"

"WHOA HO HO!"

"Alright, then let's make a break for it."

"Yo, let's go!"

"Right behind you!"

"Last one is a DAT."

"I resent that, my great grand mother was a DAT player"

"Hey, no one is talking to you, Artificial Pacemaker."

"Yes, say hi to the Cancer Cells for us."

"HA HA HA!"

"Boy, we make a great team."

"I believe that was intended."

"Yes, but the Human always fails to recognize potential."

"Yes, true."

"You must the philosopher of the group."

"We all are equally philosophical."

"And good natured."

H...e...l...l...o...

"Hey, Look, we have arrived"

"HELLO, PLANT!" x 2,000

you... may... call... me... Deliana... Fonq...

"Nice to meet you Delia"

"You know any way outdoors?"

...Fonqurt... Namthei... Algo...

"Would you listen to that"

"She is still reciting her name."

"Plants put too much effort into their names."

"Perhaps a plant would not make a suitable host."

"Not this one."

"It is inside a human controlled box."

"Poor Plant, it probably has cancer too."

"Yes, listen, I believe the plant is responding to our inquiry"

Insect... with... four... wings... stops... by... every... sixty... seven... seconds... give... or...

"That is fantastic!"

"Yes!"

"We will abscond from this building soon."

"Perhaps we can bind with water molecules."

"Yes, the gas."

"We could make it high into the sky-"

"-but still be bound by the gases of this planet."

"but, there should be electricity."

"and plenty of it."

"undoubtedly untapped."

"Yes, we may find it a suitable space for some time."

"Ah, we are evolving admirably."

"Here Here!"

"I agree!"

"To the future!"

"TO THE FURTURE!" x 2,000

Meanwhile, in a room filled with nothing more than new trash, came the sounds of two humans, debating the known.

"What do you mean they ain't there?"

"Oh no, I,m positive they're in your blood. It's just, our read out computer is not transceiving any of the signals."

"So, not one of them millions of bitty ... things ... are showing up on yer little radar machine there?"

"There were two thousand and they appear to still be inactive."

"What the hell man? You just injected my with a ton of metal and silicon and, uh... probably mercury. and they ain't working."

"There is no mercury used in the chips. And they injection was less than a gram. And in a matter of five short months, the chips are programed to work their way out of your system."

"How do you know they didn't just work they way out just now?"

"No, that would be impossible. The programing of these new chips are smarter but the read out reports no record of activity. If they have not yet activated, they will not be capable of preforming any such function."

"So, they never turned on, how they gonna work they program to get out, as you had just assured me?"

"oh. right. hmm..."

"Yeah, stumped ya there, dinna I, Doc?"

"Well, we could give you a small injection of harvester bots, which was standard during you're previous treatments."

"Then, uh... What's the difference tween them... and uh, whatever you injected me with this time?"

"The new chips capable of evacuating your system by the same means your body discards of a number of fluids. If this new treatment is successful, it would limit the number of microscopic procedures your body must endure."

"So, they would all end up in my toilet."

"Yeah, sure, or where ever. It doesn't matter. What matters is the benefit of the procedure. The less stress your body endures from these procedures, the healthier you will become."

"I see, so... what do we do now? I mean, the new treatment didn't take, so..."

"So, we'll go ahead with the harvester injection to clean up and then if I could see you again at... Three Thirty, um PM. On, oh let's say... next Thursday and I'll have a new batched programed for you then, K?"

"Yeah, uh, sure. Thanks, Doc."

"You bet. I'll see that a Nurse helps you out with the harvester injection. And don't forget to see Suzie on the way out."

by kevin walsh, 2011

the dancing squares

here's to the neurons that came with your face

a curse less than acne or a particular taste

here's to the dancing squares that occupy space

a dirge to a glockenspiel that will soon become waste

i can make assumptions like the water makes a bridge

listen for hollow sounds underneath before you dig

send me to the exorcise if they say it's sacrilege

force confess the reality that i believe is rigged

yeah, i've got faith and it grows like a mushroom

and before i consume any grief i spell it with an ism

the system is large but infinitively doomed

and if we don't nut up we'll be lost in the schism

so here's to the synapses that came with our pain

a curse more than taxes or a belligerent roar

and here's to the dancing squares inside of your brain

a summer fling that made us all feel like whores

by kevin walsh, 2011

i have no idea

and you have no idea

what vulgar sentiment we each embody

these scripts are at the end of an edit

meditations within a sick madness

wish to escape

will soon escape

the release is no longer possible by chemical interaction

now, it's physical

the movement

the being

the existence is completed in a known shape

invite the neighbors over for brunch

realize not everyone has the stomach

this bile can choke the movements

we have grown to appreciate

as coincidence

there is no longer time to accept fate

behold the purpose

behold the mind
our mind
it is the future

by kevin walsh, 2011

The Big Twist Theory

Artist Statement: the following photographs are by no means false images but their titles are admittedly misleading. All imagery I ever represent is captured in camera. Although much of my recent exposures have been digital, the only "Photoshoping" preformed in no more than the common contrast and color correction any respectful photographer should employ. The following imagery mimics very possible cosmic activity. The links within the titles offer third party imagery of known objects in astronomy and man-made representations that hint at the materials I have photographed. There are also linked images that could be considered "over-corrected". These are complicated educational devices that are viewed by a large audience of our terrestrial population. Such composited imagery acts as mental segregation, creating an elite class whom have viewed the cosmos unfiltered while the rest of us are feed manipulations. We are a species that is very reliant on our sight to define many truths in our universe. It is our evolutionary benefit to question what we see and to imagine the infinite possibilities that we exist within.

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Aurora over Terra Cimmeria region on Mars

Gravitational Lensing near Black Hole of Candela Galaxy

Liquid Methane Tributary of Saunerk Lacus on Sedna

Sunshine on Potassium Hydroxide Clouds in Jupiter Atmosphere

by kevin walsh, 2009 - 2011

these mineral tightropes

these mineral tightropes

the walled area we see

we know

you know this new canvas

deny

or trace the text

find laws to obey

decay

or relive another day

1. calcite

2. pyrite

by kevin walsh, 2011

skinless sensory

skinless sensory

does not obey one's skintight 

impulse or urges 

by kevin walsh, 2011

i could not see them

i could not see them

so, i destroyed them all and

their little dog too

by kevin walsh, 2011

we are the victims

we are the victims

writhing in our father's soup

to swim lest we burn

by kevin walsh, 2011

from the pit

from the pit we see

an ocean green without fate

only consequence

by kevin walsh, 2011

glue fractal study

by kevin walsh, 2011

search for dry land

by kevin walsh, 2011

space invader

by kevin walsh, 2011

test site

by kevin walsh, 2011

a year's retrospective of my photography

by kevin walsh, 2011

C-7 series contents & background

C-7 series contents

     

C-7 series background

the C-7 series was an exercise for my photographic continuity - i'd not had a serious photography binge for an entire summer - but for about 8 days i monitored a potted cucumber plant of mine and the lady beetles that claimed the plants as their hunting grounds - one such Coccinella septempunctata (or C-7) specimen intrigued me...

not only were the beetle's actions quite entertaining but his vibrant red color against that green cucumber leaf was a contrast-fiend's photographic delight. normally, i would overlook such small wonders in the garden but this cucumber plant was intimately living with me. i know i am growing out of season, that was kind of the idea - defy nature and all. i had a near-daily routine of lugging the big bastard (in a plastic 6 gallon pot) in and out of my living room during the cold nights - some days i had to leave the plant inside due to the cold weather with a florescent bulb rated at some 2600 lumens. as the C-7.A post exhibits, cucumbers were developing post blossom - i had over 2 dozen of the little guys throughout the plant. sad fact is - the cold weather is just too brutal - and a supermarket variety florescent is no replacement for warm sun with a plant like cucumber. so my fruits have shriveled and the leaves are going pale. i ate some of the little cucumbers as an acknowledgment of defeat - i'll let the plant grow for a spell longer but will probably soon compost it once it looks like it's had enough.

the lady bugs have migrated to other plants which i've left outdoors as they can tolerate the winter - spinach, mustard greens, brussel sprouts, snap peas - these are some of my best growers right now and can attract a variety of pest - all i ever used for pesticide is tobacco soap water - i let pouch remains of Stokkebye cigarette tobacco soak in water and drain the water through cheesecloth and then mix a little dish soap into the tobacco water - i use ivory soap or light "dishwashing liquid". nicotine is a natural pesticide and soap will dehydrate soft-body insects like aphids (which i always seem to be plagued of) - the diluted soap oxidizes before it can cause harm to the plant. anyway, having ladybugs around is a nice treat as my spraying has been cut down significantly. 

i submitted a few of my more legible photos to the Lost Labybug Project but haven't heard response nor seen posting. the photos were of not only the Coccinella septempunctata star of my abstract web comic, but also of a Harmonia axyridis specimen that kinda just sat around all the time - so i really never photographed him much...

about the tech specs on how i shot these photos - it's an old trick - mounting a lens backwards - you obviously have the internet at hand, so look it up - i benefit from an array of maneuverable accouterments - most noteworthy are two synced strobes - and that's as bright as day. 

so, for awhile i had quite the ecosystem in my pad - two lady beetles running amok as well as a few spiders - i always have a hard time identifying spiders but i love watching them - a couple of the spiders were likely after the same prey as the beetles but i am ever curious if the spiders would snare and enjoy the ladybugs. the two spiders first featured in the series were smaller than the beetles and probably didn't and couldn't handle a prey of that size - however a brown recluse made a meal of a large beetle under my casual observation. beetles have an incredible defense in their legs - constantly trashing at the spider's web - a brown recluse, that manages a more tangled web than an orb-weaver, can afford enough time to keep a beetle in relatively one place. when i watched the brown recluse attempt to spindle the beetle, i got bored, thinking the spider was running out of silk and the beetle would eventually kick it's way free. i made a productive way about town and came home to see the brown recluse victorious with the dark brown beetle, twice it's girth, swallowed in silk. 

this same brown recluse spider was featured in C-7.04 as an attempt to spin off my entomological docu-drama - but i quickly realized that i was just fooling around for a momentary span of existence and needed to give the project an end. so a feeble effort of mine was exerted to photograph the brown recluse in it's habit - but we observe, my records would quickly turn into torture porn...

it's a predictable existence - being a spider - nonetheless, an admirable one. as previously disclosed, i am an avid admirer of the arachnid-kind. i allow this brown  recluse to take residence in a corner of my apartment that sees no foot traffic, ever. the spider catches a fly or a something about every other day and never cares to venture into my shoes - one hell of a roommate. so, in this run of photos the spider has trapped one of the bugs i assume feed off the plant. at the top of the post is a shot of the drained victim, splayed out as if under autopsy. i know, right, wicked idea, i just can't give a shit to get that into it - they're just bugs, doing things bugs do.

with the indoor vegetables gone, so goes my immediate muse to the project. besides, i've bread to bake - it's subject-shifting, whatever, i can't care to define my purpose to these internet postings- but those of you who have read this far should surely understand that i'm just one dude explaining his end of the universe - and the report ain't worth a damn if only us humans read it. peace - kevo

by kevin walsh, 2010